Monday, January 16, 2012

Better

Listen Weather Im ahhhh...really sorry bout how I lost it yesterday.I was just so tired and couldnt see the light at the end of the you know what.

I feel bad. Especially as I can see you're trying.It's just that I have these strong feelings that overwhelm meand they flip on themselves so quickly before I realise Ive lost it. You know?

Know what I mean?

Kinda like when you are all hot and summeryand shit and then maybe bam! you've started a shrubbery fire that's got way out of handand then you think, shit, sorry, here Ill sprinkle a little rain before that shrubbery is no more...

That's kinda what happened. I cant promise I wont do it again, but I will keep in mind that we're all human (except you) and we are just trying to get by yeh?

Sorry mate. Feel bad.

Thanks for today anyway. Have a nice day.(maybe drop the hot northerly if poss by the time I gotta ride home)

About Me

smiley mcslidey is Isaw Isonn and Bombed Village. Two down and out pesky varmints who value simplicity over complexity, emptiness over that which is full, broken things over those which work and raw materials over those that have been polished. This blog has been started out of pure desperation, the need to be heard even if it is only by ourselves and the search for those who share the same values. Desperation does funny things to people.
We are both musicians who thought we'd be famous by now. We thought the world world have caught on. But it hasn't. This blog to begin with will mostly be occupied by complaints and 'what about me?' posts and the occasional link to things we like. We encourage you to contact us at smileymcslidey@gmail.com and tell us your stories of frustration, let down's, couldabeens and if only's.We'll post them! At the very least it will make smiley mcslidey feel better. Perhaps if we complain loudly enough the god's will heed our calls and give us what we want. If that's the case then we look forward to all our projects, smiley mcslidey included, becoming something more than an act of desperation.
Oh optimism...why do you taunt us so?